My Dad Was Always Horsing Around
Barney Loved Horses
My dad's name was Wilbur but everyone called him Barney.* Oh, and Dad loved horses.
Dad's been gone five years now, but up till the last few months of his life, my dad was always horsing around. Dad loved horses from the get go.
My nephew Jeff shoes horses; he's a farrier, to you fancy types. And Dad loved to go with Jeff to gab and see the horses. Dad pronounced them "hosses" more times than not. And I'm pretty sure he preferred most hosses to most people.
This photo of Dad and my daughter was taken a long time ago. Dad called my offspring the Colorado kids. Since we lived in the Denver metro area, they were city slickers. Just look at her. Sandals. On a horse.
Photo from our family album.
* Except his two sisters, who called him Wilbur.
Barney Could Whistle!
And Sing and Crack Jokes and Had a Phrase for All Occasions
There's more than one way to horse around, and Dad was pretty good at all of them.
He whistled in tune like nobody's business.
He sang old tunes in a girly falsetto voice.
He told jokes and had perfect timing.*
He'd check the temperature on the north side and the south side of the house. Then he'd call one of my sisters or brothers who lived close to see what their temperature was.
Dad had very colorful language. He was known to say a cuss word or two (ha, that's an understatement!). Here are just a few of Dad's phrases:
~ Much obliged. (thank you)
~ So, how are all of your folks?
~ Yellow! (when answering the phone... hello)
~ It sounds just like ya. (In reply to when I called him on the phone and said, This is Peg.)
~ She told the boar who ate the cabbage. (If someone was on top of things and knew what was going on.)
~ I'm so mad I could eat beef steak. (needs no explanation, does it?)
~ Son of a biscuit eater! (when he was watching his tongue)
~ Son of a bit my finger off at the second joint!
Photo from our family album.
*To read one of Dad's favorite jokes, scroll down on this article to the I'm So Happy I Could Pop heading.
When Dad met Scarlett (my cat),
he called her Charlotte.
He loved to switch names and words around.
We named one of our dogs after one of Dad's friends, Bill Hamel. The dog's name: Hambiddle.
Besides Horsing Around, My Dad Loved...
Dad loved to read, maybe as much as he loved horses. He read all the Zane Grey books (several times, I imagine). He loved a good Western. But only books. Dad didn't watch movies.
For years, Dad had coffee and a Twinkie for breakfast. The breakfast of champions, you could say! He lived to be 96, so don't knock it till you've tried it, sister!
When Dad still had his teeth (did you just read that up there in the Twinkie area? He was 96, I tell ya), he loved chomping on peanut brittle.
Someone gave Mom and Dad a dancing flower one time. Thereafter, when one of his MANY grandkids or great-grandkids came over, he hauled it out and let it rip. It played "In the Mood" and he loved watching the little ones dance along with the flower.
Dad's kitchen table was always sticky. It was from the honey he dribbled into his coffee cup. He went through honey like it was water. Which is to say, he rarely drank water. Couldn't stand the stuff. He drank coffee and ginger ale.
Helped Out the Elderly
When Dad was in his 80s,
he delivered Meals on Wheels to the old folks.
Mairzy Dotes - Dad would sing this one at the drop of a hat.
Dad was a cowboy.
In his spare time, when he was younger,
he milked cows and herded cattle on horseback.
Dad Didn't Watch Movies But He Did Watch...
Dad Loved the St. Louis Cardinals - He never used a computer but this would have been just the mouse pad for him, if he had.
Aw, Shucks Corn Clock by scarlettohairy